A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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You Are The One

 

You are the one I love with all my might..

You are the one I’m think

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

Only A Dream

I'm living in my little world.

I'm happy there, it's okay.

It's much more fun tha

My Crush....

I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.

My hands begin to shake whenever she walks

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

Young Love

You say you love me

you say you care

But when you look into my eyes

I see

Live In The Now

Look not back on yesterday

or what you have left behind.

For only today is yours

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

Your Beauty

I'll plant a row of daisy seeds,

 

In the space below each eye,

&nbs

Will You Ever
I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you've touched my life and made me who I am